(Poet’s note: Sometimes, the writing of songs comes easy. It’s as if the song were there in the guitar and just needed a doorway out. Other times? Not so easy. Those are the days when I seem to have lost the key.)
Six strings humming
on a melody
with me strumming
delicately
in hopes that a song will fall
into my lap
and write itself.
You can listen to the poem in my voicethread.
Peace (in the poems),
Kevin